The Green Leaves of Summer
Harvest of Memories: The Green Leaves' Timeless Echo
Lyrics
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
A time for harvesting, a time for planting.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The vibrant, flourishing moments of Summer are beckoning me back.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
It was wonderful to be young during a time of abundance.
When the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
Recalling a time when excitement and opportunities were abundant, likened to catfish jumping high.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
A season for sowing seeds, a season for plowing the land.
A time to be courtin' a girl of your own.
A time to court a romantic partner.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Reflecting on the joy of youth, being close to nature and the earth.
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
The meaningful experience of standing by your wife during childbirth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
Reiteration of the cyclical nature of life - harvesting and planting.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
The allure of Summer's greenery is calling me back.
'Twas so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples,
Cherishing the memories of youth, surrounded by the sweet scent of apples.
And the owl in the pine tree a-winkin' his eye.
An atmospheric detail with an owl in a pine tree, adding to the nostalgic imagery.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin'.
Emphasizing specific times for different activities - planting, plowing, living, and dying.
A time just for livin', a place for to die.
Highlighting the contrast between the phases of life.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Reiterating the joy of being close to the earth during youth.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
Now, the vibrant Summer leaves are calling me back home.
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Repeating the sentiment of being close to the earth during the joyous times of youth.
Now the green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
Final repetition, emphasizing the call of the green leaves of Summer as a return to one's roots.
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